Daughter of a freak

Her hair so awful, her skin so pale,
She always wondered, where did she fail?
Born by a freak, raised as a slave,
No one to guide her, to tell her how to behave.
Years of working, years so dark,
She has never seen light, it has left its mark.
Shut in a room, just going out to clean,
It's the most horrifying thing they'd ever seen.
A key to lock her bedroom door,
Nothing on the walls, nothing on the floor.
No pillow, no bed, no good memories to hold,
No warmth, no love, nothing but cold.
Her mother locked the door, threw away the key,
The girl keeps asking herself "Whats so wrong with me"
Sitting in her room, hearing her mother go out,
She tries to scream, she tries to shout.
Her mother left her behind, in this room to die,
Now she's sitting there, trying not to cry.
She lays down, on the cold hard ground,
Trying to pray, hearing no sound.
Laying there for a couple of days,
in darkness and sadness, down she layes.
She will never raise again, never see the light,
She finally gives up, she will no longer fight.
Her eyes cry of sorrow, her eyes cry of tears,
Suddenly she sees something, an angel appears.
"Come with me, darling, come to the light,
"We will love you, you don't have to fight"
The angel smiles and reaches out her hand,
Where did this come from, she doesn't understand.
The girl reaches out her hand, suddenly starts to soar,
"Don't worry little darling, they won't hurt you anymore"